Fallon
My breath catches in my throat, horror washing over me in waves. The full extent of Mikhail’s cruelty, his meticulously crafted plan, becomes terrifyingly clear. This isn’t just about power or territory; it’s about destroying Leone from the inside out, using me as the weapon to do it.
“You’re sick,” I spit, my voice shaking with a mixture of anger and fear. “Leone will never give in to you. He’ll hunt you down, no matter how long it takes. He’ll—”
Mikhail’s cruel smile doesn’t waver as he looms over me. His gaze is sharp as a blade. My head throbs, but I force myself to stare up at him, my mind reeling. I need to know why he’s doing this. I need to understand what kind of sick game he’s playing.
“Why?” I croak out; my voice is weak. “Why are you doing this?”
For a moment, Mikha
